Aidan's P.O.V.

Reading those hate comments about how I should break up with Serena because of her weight shook me to my core. No one ever talked about her like that. They didn't know it yet, but she had gone through way too much shit with physical and verbal abuse, along with an eating disorder from before we met. I tried to calm myself down after I got off the phone with Serena, but the rage inside me continued to burn like a raging forest fire that couldn't be put out.

My phone rested a few inches away from me as I worked on some of the recorded demos of Dear Marie. Every once in a while, I would glance back at it, wondering if I should go live and address the comments or not. I didn't feel comfortable with putting Serena's business out there. At that moment, I realized that I didn't have to say what she went through specifically but put those trolls in their places and hope they would stop.

After pondering the choice in my head for a moment, I knew that I had to do this for my beautiful girl. I reached over, unlocked my phone, going immediately to Instagram, not caring if I looked like a mess with my pajamas and slightly damp hair. I rested my phone against the screen of my laptop, watching as the number of people watching went up and down by a few people. Within about ten minutes, I had over a thousand people in the stream.

"Hello everyone, it's Aidan. I know I usually do these livestreams on a happy note, but because of something I read today, I need to address this," I began, my eyes scanning the comments as they quickly passed by.

FiveHargreevesWife: I think I know what he's going to say.

Five&NickysWife: This has to be about Serena's hate comments.

UmbrellaGirl: Bless her heart. She doesn't deserve those.

AidansPrincess: She really doesn't.

"Yes, this is about the hate comments I saw about Serena. First of all, I want to say whoever wrote those comments about her. You can consider yourselves kicked out of Aidan's Army because if I see ANY more hate comments, you'll be blocked. You have no idea what the hell she has gone through! I have been there for her through every panic attack, every nightmare, every horrible thought that has gone through her head! Meanwhile, your sitting behind your screen, typing things that you know are not true!"

The people in the comments were posting lots of messages of support, and I could tell that they were not expecting me to snap. I didn't care if people talked bad about me, but no one messes with my family. "I'm sorry that I'm frustrated, but this has gone way too far. And it's really making me angry. She's my beautiful girlfriend, and I want her to be happy, not crumpled up in a corner sobbing her eyes out,"

The door of my bedroom opened, and I saw Mom and Dad were staring at me. "I'm live right now," I mouthed to them. They nodded before closing the door, leaving me to deal with the trolls and haters. "And one more thing, whoever has been sending inappropriate packages to our room. I don't know how you found out what hotel we're staying in, but if I receive one more package, letter, or anything of the sort, I will call the police. This is harassment, and I am not going to tolerate this bullshit anymore!"

UmbrellaGirl: Damn, Aidan's triggered.

VanessaYoung.Aidan'sarmy: UmbrellaGirl, you can say that again. Protect my best friend, Aidy!

Five&NickysWife: Go off on them, Aidan!

IloveSerenaWaterbury: Aww, he loves his lady!

I pulled some of the stuff out of the closet, holding up the tamer stuff to the camera, like the chocolates, love letters, and the book with my name written on every page of Ten Stupid Things Men Do When They Are In Love. More support came flooding in, and it all seemed to overwhelm me to the point I started smiling slightly. 

"Thank you to those of you who are supporting us through this. VanessaYoung, UmbrellaGirl, Five&NickysWife, and IloveSerenaWaterbury, you've earned yourselves a zoom call next Saturday. But, with that out of the way, I'm going to sign off now. Thank you all for listening, and hopefully, this stops. Love you, bye!" I blew a kiss to the camera before turning off the stream and letting out a breath of relief.

The bedroom door opened again, revealing to be my parents once more. Their eyes widened with surprise as if they would never imagine hearing me say these things to my fans. "You're mad at me, aren't you?" I asked, eyeing the box of creepy gifts. "No, but you do need to watch your language with your fans," Dad shook his head. "I kind of lost my temper," I admitted. "Sounds like it," Mom sighed before shutting the door once again.

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Serena's P.O.V.

The next morning, the bus came to a stop in Montreal for the concert at Club Soda. As I looked out the bus windows, I was in awe of the beautiful city. The moment I stepped off the bus, I felt my stomach begin to grumble. Even though we had a lot of snacks on the bus, they weren't breakfast material. We walked a few blocks to a nearby restaurant, and looking back on it, they had the best chocolate pancakes I had ever tasted.

There was lots of butter, cocoa, and whipped cream that blew away my taste buds and reminded me of my childhood. My birth parents would wake up on the weekends and surprise me with chocolate pancakes, and on top, there would be a whipped cream and chocolate chip smile. "Oh, Aidan went yesterday night," T.J. said as she scrolled through her phone. "What? Let me see," She handed me her phone, and I saw a small snippet from the stream. He held up the box of creepy gifts, telling the fans (mostly the haters) that the cops would be involved if any more showed up to the room.

"He's doing this to protect me," I barely whispered to myself. Once in a while, I would see Aidan's protective side come into play when we were in public, and someone was trying to hit on me. But, never did I imagine that he would go to these means to save what little sanity I had left. "You know, you're lucky to have someone like him," T.J. spoke up. I looked up at her, handing her phone back.

"You'll find someone like Aidan eventually. Who knows, maybe you already have," her cheeks began to turn a bright pink when I said that, and instantly I began to have a hunch that she did have a crush. "Ooh, who is it?" I teased, leaning forward a little. "I-I may or may not have a crush on Dante," T.J. admitted. I could see some relationship between the two of them when I first met her. Whenever we didn't hang out, T.J. would tell me about the times they would hang out on set and during lunch breaks.

I had my suspicions, but I was surprised to discover that they were correct. "He seems like a nice guy. I don't know him that well, but he seems like a great guy," I said, dipping my fork into the chocolate pancakes once more. "He is. Honestly, he's the only man in my life who understands me," T.J. sighed, glancing out the window. "What about your dad?" I asked.

"He understands me too, but having a teenage daughter, can feel awkward, you know? He hasn't gone through the things I have to go through," She does have a point on that. "I get it," I nodded before going back to eating the rest of my breakfast.